This Is Why You Are Magic.
You are magic and it is you. It’s in the flick of your wrists when you’re getting ready to flail your arms in submission.
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Julie Garcia
Yes, I Know It Hurts: a Universe Full of Turbulent Hearts.
Yes, I know it hurts. But I want to tell you that I will be the button you press when life is falling over you and you just need to press an emergency button to release the thick of it.
You Woke Up Feeling Everything, Didn’t You?
You will feel the rhythm through the wreckage. It will be slow and continuous, a miraculous unveiling, a growth of the senses. You will smolder and you will pulse with rapid fire that crackles in the cold. You will vibrate off the heat. Your body is stubborn, it wants everything. Give in. ...
What I Know About Grief.
You are tender rage and gutted yearning. You are the softness waiting in the afterglow of fright. You are the architect of your wreckage. But you will never defeat grief.
Because you are so much more than grief, it wouldn't ever be a fair fight.
Choose Bravery: To You, With Love And Strength.
I romanticized my pain for a long time. Drowned it in wine bottles and anxiety medication and the bed sheets of boys who didn’t love me.
I Am Sweat And Stardust, And I Am Too Much For You.
I am splayed out in front of you. I am all bare, blinking flesh and beat red limbs and matching moles on my inner thighs and you cant help but already hate the next man who gets to fall asleep here, with me. You can’t help but want to see the insides of his skull.
Other People’s Eyes: Part Two.
I want to sit across from you for days and take everything from you. But I never will. I will however, keep writing you into my life. You will forever take up entire chapters, and sometimes you’ll make it into the footnotes. Once in a while, the preface will be dedicated to you.
You Are Not Alone.
It gets better. You’re not alone. I promise that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sometimes life just hurts. It tramples over your sensitive skin with the weight of every elephant known to man. And then all those elephants start to jump up and down. At the same time.
To Leave Or Not To Leave.
He will talk about how he is in love, and how he needs to be better. How she makes him want to be better. And you are cheapened by the fact that you are not letting him be better. You are ruining his chance at happiness and you feel so dirty there is nothing you can do to wash the grime off yourself.
A Love Letter To All Romantics: Keep Breaking Open.
Darling, none of us are much more than questions and commas and dizzy vowels stuck on repeat. I can’t give you answers, but I can listen to your questions and etch them firmly into my palms.